Kakyoin was the refined artist in Tokyo, his gentle but calloused hands creating beautiful artistry for all to see with his work. Always so alluring and gorgeous in his own ways, but he recently came across a new muse for his art.

You.

You were the florist that he had his eye on for a while, always making portraits of you in a field of flowers, or simply creating a stunning image that he could only hope to show to you one day.

He was whipped, to say the least. It could almost be recognizable to plenty of other people, but he knew how to efficiently keep his feelings under wraps. But what he didn’t expect was for you to actually comply when he suggested for you to be his model.

Now his gentle hands were helping you pose, his hands firmly and gently holding you in place. His hands warm albeit calloused from his years of work. He leaned down, making sure each inch was perfect before he walked back to his canvas. Already imagining the image he was going to create.

“Perfect, now still like that for me, will you?”